Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

Gates first absolute fuck up is legendary. His fucking annoying voice, cursing and cussing as he pats down his pockets and heads in the direction he just came from. The fool forgot his fucking keys. What officer with any competence in a prison forgets their fucking keys? Baby boy is standing where Gates left him, awkward as ever with his hair in his eyes, watching his feet carefully as if he may fuck up just by being there.

Great. Something to do.

Gates isn't anywhere in sight, the fucker having lost his keys. The kid isn't watching, not like the officers usually are. They seriously need to do a better job at training him.

"Whatcha doin'?" I sing song, appearing directly in front of him and placing a hand against the wall by his head. He lets out one of those frightened squeaks of his, backing away only to find himself slamming into brick.
Trapped.
Sometimes I get a little pang of guilt teasing him like this. He's so fragile. The other officers are dicks to him. He's gotta learn soon anyway. Plus, the kid likes it.
I smirk, brushing his hair outta his eyes an letting my face get real close to his, close enough to feel his breath on my lips.
"Hey cutie, fancy coming to my cell sometime? Trust me, I don't bite. Not unless you want me to anyway" I wink at him.
His breath hitches, those jet locks falling back in place as he panics. God, I really get to this kid, huh? Sweetie.
"I sincerely doubt ol' gates is daddy enough for you, pumpkin, bit of an ass if you ask me."
He's shifting nervously, boots toeing each other. Scared. Well that's cute.
"Don't fit in here, do you kid? Not with a big ol' meanies like me. You haven't been doing this all that long have you? What was lil baby boy up to before this?"
"A-art school, sir." He stutters, trying to make himself impossibly smaller.
"Sir? Ha, there is potential! Like being bossed around, huh?" I nod, though I can't say that isn't the hottest thing I ever did see. Ain't much gettin' laid here, just people wan'ing ta kick ya ass an NOT in the good way.
"Say it again." I whisper to him. Barely grazing the shell of his ear.
"S-sir." He whimpers, looking up at me with innocent eyes.
Fuck, is that a blush I see? This kid is gonna kill me.
"Art school-"

"IERO!"
Fuck.
fuckFUCK.

"SECURITY!"
Fuckin gates is sprinting back, baton in hand, keys the fucker forgot jangling in his other. It's almost instant, half a dozen of the fuckers rounding the corner an immediately there are rough grips on my upper arms.
It's like a freaking rugby tackle. Ten, maybe twelve officers jump on me as if I'm the ball on the last point in the game.

Fuck. Then I realise..

The threat.

"Take him to solitary, I've had enough of his bullshit."

No.

"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I scream, kicking as much as I can but prison food ain't good an I don't have the muscle to free myself.

"I FUCKIN HATE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"
I can see it outta the corner of my eye. The dreaded fuckin doors of solitary that I been avoiding since the day I got here. Fuck that.

"SUCK MY FUCKIN DICK YOU MOTHER-"
the door opening cuts me off.

Fuck.

Notes

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movie - Leon
song - don't go ~ BMTH